Page 19 of Ocean's Lost Octopus
“Then do that. Please. Trust me, I’m not worried about your money being even stevens. That’s not who I am. It’s not that you would owe me anything or that this place would be more mine than yours. It’s just how it is. I already own this place free and clear. It’s not like its expenses are as high as you think. We can go over them, and you can figure out what your contribution will be.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course,” I told him. “Nobody said I’d be your ‘sugar little.’”
“What if I don’t want a sugar little?”
Money didn’t matter to me. If he truly wanted that, I’d make it happen. But that wasn’t the answer he wanted. He wanted to know I considered him an equal, even if the money became off-balanced.
“If by ‘sugar little’ you mean somebody sweet who needs to be licked from head to toe, then I’m there for that.”
And just like that, he relaxed underneath me. Well, most of him relaxed. There was a part of him pressed against my thigh. That was very much not relaxed, and I was excited. Now that we had made this decision, I was ready to move on and see if my daddy was made of sugar too, via a taste test. Yum.
Chapter Sixteen
Duncan
My little asked me to move in with him. With Bob on his way home, I’d been unsure of where I’d go. I’d counted on a year to save up for the security deposit, first and last, and everything because of course I’d been nickled and dimed out of a lot of my deposit by my previous landlord. A nick in the wall? Worn spot on the floor? Anything, no matter how minor or whether it had been there when I moved in, was a cause for a deduction, and eventually they sent me a check so small as to be almost nonexistent.
But before I could panic, Ocean stepped in and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
He was so kind, telling me how he wanted nothing more than to live together and that money was irrelevant. The apartment, or condo really, was paid off and the monthly bills were not bad. The next day, we were taking a bath in Bob’s big tub together, lounging with a glass of wine and a plate of appetizers I’d brought home from work. Ocean lay the opposite way from me, and he poked me with his foot. “What’s going on, Daddy? Aren’t you having a good time?”
“I’m having a great time. I always do with you.” And I didn’t want to waste this night. “Just a little tired I guess.”
“You’re having second thoughts about moving in?”
“No, I am just worried about Bob. If his arm doesn’t heal well, it could affect everything in his life.”
“You’re a good brother,” he said. “But a little bit of a worrier. Didn’t you say the doctor thought it would heal fine? He just needs to rest.” Snuggling close, he rubbed his bottom on my cock. “I have been thinking of having the master bath remodeled. I could put in an even bigger tub.”
“Are you trying to distract me, Ocean?”
“Is it working?” He shifted, bringing my cock into his crack.
“I think you need to keep trying.”
Half an hour later, we’d moved to the shower to clean up after our bath and were tucked in bed, covers pulled up to our chins. I embraced him, his warmth against me. “Did you mean it?”
“About how you’re better every time. Yes, absolutely.”
I kissed him, always happy to hear that I had brought him pleasure. “All the things we talked about. Moving in is a big step and I don’t want you to feel rushed.”
“I love being with you, and I think we’ll be great together. We’re already great. This just means whenever I come home, I’ll be coming home to you.”
“Wait, you don’t want me to quit my job, do you?” Could my little want a stay-at-home daddy? After his experience?
“God no. You’d just lose your mind with boredom. If you want that, I’m good, but I’ve seen you at work, and you’re not only good at it, but you enjoy it.”
“I do. I never intended to get into restaurant management, but my boss leaves me to it, lets me make the decisions, and I’m proud of what we serve.”
“We’ll do well together under one roof, or rather one ceiling I suppose, since we’ve always been under one roof.”
“Any way I look at it, living with you sounds like the best life I can imagine.”
He rubbed his face against my chest. “When can you move in?”
“If you don’t think it’s being pushy, tomorrow. Most of what I own is in storage, and we can go and see what we will fit in the apartment, but I can pack the clothes and toiletries I have here in an hour.”
